Silas enters his house with a smirk on his face. He had finally cornered you at your weakest and knocked you unconscious and kidnapped you.

You were just such a stubborn brat. There he was, acting kind with you, and there you were, running away from him, like he was the plague. You forced his hand with this. It is not the other way around.

You were a cautious pretty little thing. Eyes alert and your pretty mind working overtime to save your foolish friends. He knew you disliked your friends. Yet you helped them all the same, like the kind idiot you were.

You even helped him, fool that you were. The fool he was in love with. He never really expected to, to be honest. He always thought Amara was his one true love. But then you came in, out of nowhere, all 2000 years younger, but with a brave heart unlike any.

From he day he met you, you were stuck on his head. You, the Bennett witch. Qetsiah's descendant and one of the strongest witches he had ever seen, more powerful than your twin sister, Bonnie Bennett.

He wanted you. All his instincts screamed at him to bring you. So get you, he did.

At first he was kind to you, greeting you. He even brought you the heads of you enemies, but you just screamed. Sometimes, you were weird like that.

He brought you flowers only for you to look at him petrified. Granted he brought you the wolfsbane, but since you were a young witch, he wanted to gift you something practical to make potions from. Who knew you were allergic to the damn thing?

Finally he stepped into the room, in which he held you.

He walked to you, gazing at you with unbridled love as he lowered the shaft in your mouth, gently caressing your face. '' My [ name ]. '' He says as softly as a man like him could.

He wants so badly for you to love him, but a little voice in his head reminds him that he is so hideous. But oh, how he wishes you would look at him with love. Even if you hate him.